Friday, September 2, 2011

Happy Weekend

Or should I call it garbage truck day. We spend every Friday morning anxiously awaiting the arrival of the garbage truck. Claire says, "truck," runs to the window and the nice garbage man waves at her.

I know that today is the day we should be discussing The Shipping News by it's Friday, Labor Day weekend and a friend from Salt Lake just arrived. We also have just procured a working key to the pool in our complex and we are going to celebrate this weekend in style. Shipping News on Monday so get your thinking caps on.

About Me

Sometimes it feels best to define yourself by defining what you are not. I am not an amateur photographer. My house does not look like the inside of an anthropologie catalog. I do not have shaggy bangs, am not stick skinny and though it breaks my heart to admit it, it would be a stretch to consider me "hip". My (darling) husband does not wear thick-rimmed glasses and he refuses to put any kind of product in his hair.
I am a thirty-something liberal feminist with a master's degree. My husband and I have given up life with two incomes to live on the cheap. We have chosen this life because I want to be at home with my kids (and I'd like to make it through the last 30 years of Pulitzer Prize winners).
We have a darling little girl who mostly wears hand-me-downs. She also sports a Justin Bieber-esque hairstyle and dresses herself. Her favorite outfit is a purple shirt and a red skirt. She has fashionista written all over her.
We have a new baby boy who sometimes wears girl hand-me-downs and his favorite place to sit is a pink baby bouncer. It's cool. He's secure in his masculinity.
And we are happy.